The clack of the track
The 6:15
A cardinal in the bush outside my window
& a lone flower across the street
No buds on the red maples
Or the fire bushes
Spring?
The commute
The clack of the train on the track
The wheels
& still cold
Spring?
Stupid spring!
What flower?
What kind?
Crocus?
Stupid spring!
& I read another chapter of Catcher
Again
Stupid morning!